Mind And Morn Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Mind And Morn
In the melodious morn
The earth becomes a butterfly
The clouds are its wings;
Soft, serrated and dusty
Mind tarries over folds of
Landscape to reborn as an eremite
Contemplating over gone issues
Mind is a winged bird
Slipping away in the air in
An extraordinary prescience
The clouds spread their wings
Letting the dappled sunlight warm
The thoughts that flow in torrents
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